Speaking of communication, there is nothing like the close and small, especially with the small ones in my life. Before we left the USA to return to Nairobi, we had a couple of days with the granddaughters. And they took us to the airport, but we stopped off at Starbucks before checking in. The girls had hot chocolate, we gave them a Polly Pocket Cowboy and Corral present, and they sat and played while we talked to the daughter and the son-by-marriage. Now and then one of them would come over for a hug and a little talk. And we did the "kissing hand" and the "I love you to the moon and back" -- or to Pluto, or outside the universe, or whatever exceeds the last thing we said.
The youngest one told Darlene that she would think of her Shosho whenever she sees the color gray, a reference to our current hair color. One of the girls told me she would look at the stars and think of me.
Since we left the youngest one has decided that her birthday party should be tomorrow, since we are coming back for her party, that way we would be back.
This kind of communication is at the heart of life.
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